A/N Hey! Okay so here is another one of my stories I've been writing. Disclaimer- I don't own anything except my own characters.
Prologue
I came at him at a run. My stomach kept churning telling me its a bad idea to face him. But i knew no matter what I had to save the little boy that he was walking towards. I was halfway to the clearing where the little boy and the guy was, when I abruptly stopped and realized that the guy heading towards the little boy isn't a man, but a zombie. I could tell because the zombie smelled like rotten eggs and burning flesh. My brain screamed at me to turn the other way, and run. But I wouldn't listen. I kept telling myself over and over, that I promised myself to help anyone that was in trouble, or in danger.
